[x]Hands of the Banshee Queen: The elite unit raised by Nathanos Blightcaller, known as the Hands of the Banshee Queen, took severe casualties during the assault on Fenris Keep. Reduced to around half strength the special unit desperately needs new blood to be effective again. Thankfully Blightcaller has noticed enough promising recruits that he thinks he can rebuild the unit. The problem is that doing so will cost time and money. CoS: 100% Time: 2 Turns Cost: 200 Gold Upkeep: 20 gold Reward: Forsaken Elites raised to full strength
63 vs 0 = Uncontested Success
In the War Quarter of Undercity a small band, around 50, of warriors saluted the passing of the Champion and their Queen. For today was the day that the first of the newly raised Hands of the Banshee Queen were to go out into the field. The last of the Scarlet Crusader's towers were to be destroyed and they would be the iron fist of the Banshee Queen. Sylvanas looked over these warriors, hand picked Dark Rangers, Banshees, Rogues, Shadow Priests, Mages and battle hardened warriors; with a measure of pride.
"Tonight we cut off Northshore Monastery." She begins to speak. "For too long have these fanatical humans roamed freely in the Tirisfal. How many of our brothers and sisters have been laid low by their steel, or burned at the stake for their 'Holy' Light. No longer shall they have free reign in our lands. For we are the children of Lordaeron, its rightful rulers and true heirs. If this desecrated host, this pale reflection of the Silver Hand, wishes to challenge that; let them. For we have fought and won against the armies of the Lich King, we have shaken free of his malicious control and established ourselves as a free and proud people. Now go. Show these humans the strenght of the Forsaken. Take their last garrison and swing wide the doors to Northshore!"
Reward: Forsaken Elites raised to full strength.
[x]Scarlet Shore: The last of the centerpieces of the Scarlet Crusade's tower and fort system watches over the northern shore of Tirisfal. This tower protects Northshore Monastery from the sea and makes any concentrated assault against their main head quarters in the region by land a precarious thing indeed. If this tower can be destroyed then Northshore would be completely cut off and a proper siege of the center of fanaticism in Tirisfal can be put to siege. It would also please the Blighted Council greatly and give the citizens of Undercity a sense of security when moving about the region. CoS: 75% Time: 1 Turn Cost: Possible Unit Loss Reward: Scarlet Crusade in Tirisfal Isolated, Assault on the Monastery possible.
39 vs 25 = Success
On batback they came, flying over the ruined lands of Tirisfal, silent as the wind. Each and every Forsaken on the assault was the cream of their peers, the goal to which all others aspired. For they were the Hands of the Banshee Queen; Sylvanas's handpicked force to destroy and rend apart all those who thought themselves strong enough to oppose her. So strong was their queen's trust in them that she had come along with them, trusting in their skill at arms to keep any foe off of her during the fighting. Other, smaller groups on the ground had taken out smaller Crusader towers and garrisons leading up to this one. Now it was up to them.
The Crusaders there, fanatical men and women pulled from burned villages and ruined homesteads, given a new purpose in the Light; were not prepared for the attack that came upon them. Shadow magic and arrows cut them down as the attack began, the green recruits unprepared for the brutal assualt they now had to face. But their zeal made them rally and hold the line at the ancient ruined tower, making the heavily armored warriors and swiftly moving rogues of the Forsaken fight tooth and nail for every inch. At least, they did until Sylvanas joined the fray in full.
Crusade initiate and knight alike had throat, heart and eyes pierced as the Banshee Queen unleashed deadly accurate arrow after arrow. While the Dark Rangers were amazing shots, they did sometimes miss or hit a less than vulnerable place. Sylvanas had none of these flaws. The Scarlet line first buckled, then broke entirely as the Dark Lady reaped a terrible, bloody harvest. The soldiers, many barely more than farm boys with heads filled with firey rhetoric and armed with recently made swords, fled into the night; likely to be hunted down by one of the many horrors now lurking in Tirisfal.
Their commander was little more of an issue. An impassioned speech was cut short by an arrow to the chest. As Sylvanas walked towards him, Captain Melrache spit blood at her feet. "Knife eared rotting bitch. Hell take you and all your slaves. I may die, but I know I will be taken up in the Light's embrace!"
"A comfort I'm sure." Sylvanas replied as she looked around the room. While it showed the same spartan conditions as other Scarlet encampments, there was something different about the place. A scarp of rich cloth there, the two beds in the corner. "You were not the only member of import here."
Melrache grins a blood grin up at the Banshee Queen as he slowly expires. "The right good Bishop and his daughter left for the Scarlet Monastery hours before you attacked. You won't have them, Scourge whore."
"Scarlet Monastery? Is that what you've renamed Northshore too? A little presumptuous, I think." Before he can taunt her again Sylvanas finishes off the captain with a thrown dagger to the throat. She looks out across the foothills of the Northern Lordaerons, to where she can see the monastery nestled between the hills. "Going to be bloody business, that is."
Reward: Scarlet Crusade isolated to Scarlet Monastery, Council Request Completed, +500 Gold